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Tear

Tear

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On the edge I hang,

Quietly listening to the tune you sang.

A memory, A word, A hug, you wish me back,

And there I am again as you hit the sack.


Gently I flow on the rosy cheeks and the prickly stubble.

To the unknown I make the free fall,

Not knowing the reason for my call.

I am dearly named the Tear.


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